Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.